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Psalm 42

1] As a garden prepared to be irrigated with the waters of heavenly wisdom, so is my soul prepared for you, O Goddess: my soul longs for you, O Goddess, longs for water brooks with your sweet wisdom overflowing2] My soul thirsts for Goddess, for the Goddess ever-living, Goddess of beginningless and endless life: how much longer until I see the sweet beauty of her face?3] I long to drink of the wine of heaven, yet day and night I have had naught to drink but the wine of my own tears: and the enmity and the usurpers and the false and lying prophets, ever do they mock me, saying, Where is your Goddess?4] When these things I however imperfectly remember, inwardly do I pour out my soul: none but I knows its innermost secrets, save for she who perfectly remembers all that has been and will be, even herself so thinking: with a great multitude I had gone in pilgrimage unto the holy temple of our Goddess: joyous voices of praise, the multitude observing the holy festival.5] Why are you downcast, O my spirit? and why are you so troubled, inwardly and secretly? Hope in the ultimate Goddess: for again will I praise her, for the help of her beautiful countenance, which she reveals to me in dreams, those dreams with which by her will I am favoured6] O my Goddess, inwardly downcast is my spirit: yet through remembrance of your glory my spirit will be healed: the holy river descends from your heavens with waters of wisdom: you pour out your wisdom upon the many lands, as a great storm whose rain moistens the arid ground: it falls upon the great holy mountains, and even upon the smallest among hills7] The roar of your holy waterfalls declares the depths of your wisdom, the call thereof draws those who love you unto truth: and the same we hear in another roar, the tumult of the raging sea that you are, the Sea of all souls united as one, O Great Mother the Sea! May I hear and know your truth, even as your waves and billows sweep over me8] Yet Maratrea will command by her burning passion, her will of means and her will of ends: in the day time through which she purchases the holy night of blessing, even in the midst thereof: throughout shall her sweet song be with me, that voice that caresses my ears; and my prayer unto my Goddess who alone grants me life in its fullest, which is the glory of blessing9] In my error I have said and may say, unto Goddess my certain foundation: Why have you forgotten me? Yet in truth she has never nor will ever forget, in perfect memory — save by that very wilful forgetfulness by which she became me: yet as she forgets she remembers, and besides forgets not ever: Why then do I mourn when the enmity oppresses me?10] The taunts of the servants of the enmity ache my bones: every day they mock me, saying, Where is your Goddess?11] Why are you downcast, O my spirit? and why are you so troubled, inwardly and secretly? Hope in the ultimate Goddess: for again will I praise her, for the help of her beautiful countenance, which she reveals to me in dreams, those dreams with which by her will I am favoured